Chapter 58: 58 Do you understand? Miss Mu

58 Do you understand? Miss Mu

A diligent, frugal poor college student suddenly became the cousin of jewelry magnate Xiao Yingwei.

Such news is definitely the favorite of media people.

So, in a short time, more and more people who heard the news rushed to Lu Ze Yuan's bar.

This also included Lu Ze Yuan and his companions.

After all, he is the bar owner, and Zhuo Sui has been working for him since he was eighteen, nearly two years now, so he counts as one of his little brothers.

No matter what aspect, he should go check it out.

Tushan Jiu also went along.

But she went because of that 'variable'.

Inside the bar, in a spacious private room.

A woman in a patient gown tightly gripped Zhuo Sui's arm, refusing to let go, sobbing uncontrollably: 'You are my son, I won't mistake you!'

Zhuo Sui was also seeing such a scene for the first time, flustered and wanting to pull his hand away: 'Can you first let go of my hand? It hurts a bit!'

Xiao Yingwei, who was supporting the woman beside her, saw Zhuo Sui's face turn a little pale and hurriedly persuaded: 'Auntie, you've scared the little cousin; let go first, can we sit down and talk slowly?'

However, Lou Hua at this moment couldn't possibly listen to persuasion.

Her son, lost for eighteen years, was right before her eyes; this time she would rather die than let go of his hand.

Xiao Yingwei knew that this aunt of his, ever since the little cousin went missing, she has been alternating between lucidity and delirium; although it's not exactly the pain of losing a child, it's almost the same.

He helplessly gave Zhuo Sui a wry smile: 'Little cousin, don't take offense, your mom... uh... my aunt just misses you so much.'

But what we say is true; you are indeed my aunt's biological son. If you really doubt it, we can go do a DNA test right now, and then you'll believe.

Although Xiao Yingwei knows Tushan Jiu's prophecy would certainly be more accurate than that DNA, after all it's not evidence, and saying it out loud wouldn't be believed by anyone.

Moreover, this little cousin of his clearly knows him.

His status is right there; ordinary people would be delighted to connect with him, yet he keeps refusing to speak up, so he must have some concerns.

He just can't figure out exactly what his concerns are for the moment.

When concern turns to chaos, the private room is filled with crying and persuading voices.

Zhuo Sui remained silent the whole time, just biting his lower lip tightly.

Actually, when Lou Hua said there was a large red birthmark on his shoulder blade, he realized the woman before him was very likely his birth mother.

Besides that, their appearances are obviously about fifty percent alike.

He neither disbelieves nor does he not want to acknowledge kin.

He is just torn, wondering what would happen to the grandmother who raised him and Xiao Jing if he went with them.

His grandmother is blind and in poor health, while Xiao Jing is at a crucial moment of her senior year of high school.

He knows that if he speaks up, they will surely give his grandmother and Xiao Jing a generous sum of money, so they will never have to worry about food and clothing again.

But he and Xiao Jing have been childhood sweethearts, and feelings have long grown between them.

As long as we wait for her to finish the college entrance exam, we will be together; he doesn't want to break their current peaceful life.

But how can he speak up, when he both wants and doesn't want?

Wouldn't that seem too greedy?

Just when everyone had their own thoughts, the private room's door was suddenly flung open.

A woman in a white cheongsam ran in.

The red rose on her shoulder turned dark red as she ran.

Mu Ling used one hand to pry open Lou Hua's hand that was gripping Zhuo Sui.

With a crack, Lou Hua screamed, her left arm drooping: 'Ah! My hand hurts so much!'

This move caught everyone off guard; they had no idea where this crazy woman came from.

Zhuo Sui reacted, quickly going around Mu Ling who was blocking him, and shouted angrily: 'Miss Mu, what are you doing? Why did you dislocate my mother's arm!'

Huang Manlin beside her also couldn't stand it, rushed forward and shoved Mu Ling: 'What are you doing? You're not young either—how can you just lash out without distinguishing right from wrong? You're sick!'

Xiao Yingwei, who was on the phone calling an ambulance, saw his wife about to act and quickly reached out to stop her:

'Wait, you still think it's not chaotic enough? I will hold this woman responsible for her injuries, so don't act— isn't that enough chaos?'

Huang Manlin was seething with anger; for this cousin, the Xiao family had even owed a knife to a knife dealer.

Moreover, this cousin is a tight-lipped gourd; not saying anything would be fine, but then this crazy woman shows up and attacks their elders—how could she not be furious?

Now things are fine, yet her husband still dares to block her.

Huang Manlin pointed at Xiao Yingwei's nose and yelled: 'Are you letting her off because you think she's prettier than me? She broke Auntie's arm—do you know that? Xiao Yingwei, whose side are you on anyway!'

In an instant, the private room began to descend into chaos.

Mu Ling's lips parted slightly, as if a little surprised; she ignored Huang Manlin and the others, just looking at Zhuo Sui and asking: 'You, you aren't being bullied by them, are you? They aren't forcing you to acknowledge kin, are they?'

'They haven't forced me, Miss Mu, you've misunderstood!' Zhuo Sui frowned and set about resetting Lou Hua's bone.

Having found that his grandmother is blind and often suffers bone dislocation from falls, he also learned how to set bones.

Mu Ling lowered her eyes, pressing her lips tightly together.

The dark red rose on her cheongsam also gradually returned to its normal color, 'Sorry, I didn't know you......'

Zhuo Sui looked up at her and said solemnly: 'Miss Mu, I've told you many times already—I have someone I like, and your behavior is already causing me trouble!'

'I......' Mu Ling's eyes slowly filled with mist.

Zhuo Sui interrupted her: 'A year ago, after you came to the bar once, you've been following me— you follow me to class, you follow me home, and you often stand all night downstairs at my building; you know this behavior is very much like that of a stalker, right?'

'You say you like me and want to be together; I've clearly rejected you many times, but you— you still follow!'

For this, you even fabricated a past-life love story between you and me.

Fine! Even if your story were true, it's still from a past life!

In this life, I have my own life, I have the girl I like, I only want to stay with her for a lifetime, do you understand? Miss Mu!